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Apr 2010
The loose dirt sinks
under bare feet
as a new Seedball flower
is picked.
The warm wind carries
a whispered wish
while she watches the seeds
slowly drift.
The lonely girl wanders
and waits
as the seeds
softly settle.
The pale hand grabs
each seed
while it wishes it had never
let go.
I decided to experiment with parallel structure and alliteration a little bit.
Written by
Shelby Young
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